The other day Your mood was swinging, thought you needed space I took a drive and stayed out of the way for you But one day turned to three Then three into a week And I'm starting to think that You're somewhere in the middle of the black and the white You're growing non-commital, I can see it your eyes And I don't know how, and I don't know why But my eyes they rain, got a cloudy mind Sound the alarm The weather man is screaming There's a storm It's coming, I can feel it The trees are barely moving And the birds are hardly singing The leaves have left the branches Now I know you're really leaving The other day I'll admit that I was out of place But I just think you went and blew it way out of proportion Lost sight of what's important You couldn't find a reason to escape, and so you forced it You're somewhere in the middle of the black and the white You're growing non-commital, I can see it your eyes And I don't know how, and I don't know why But my eyes they rain, got a cloudy mind Sound the alarm The weather man is screaming There's a storm It's coming, I can feel it The trees are barely moving And the birds are hardly singing The leaves have left the branches Now I know you're really leaving Sound the alarm The weather man is screaming There's a storm It's coming, I can feel it The trees are barely moving And the birds are hardly singing The leaves have left the branches Now I know you're really leaving You're really leaving You're leaving